Leviathan

I watched Razortooth with feelings that alternated between amusement, incredulity and disenchantment. Amusement over the eager performances of the actors, incredulity with everything the screenwriter managed to come up with, and disenchantment – and almost rage – because someone had the audacity to film that and present it to an audience. Basically, the only thing worth saying about the story and the actors is that they are awful. And the best for last: the most important part of every monster movie is, of course, the monster itself. In this case, it’s giant mutant eels that lurk for their prey in the water, behind shrubs, in rooms and, more often than not, in treetops… The quality of their design is somewhere between intended parody and a several decade old movie. The final fight of man against “man” gave me fits of laughter that lasted until the final credits and it’s the only reason why I will remember this film for a couple of days. Ignore it! (15/01/2008)